photo from Oh Happy Day
Using the Ferney’s instruction’s as a rough guide, and Michelle Armas as inspiration, I’m making a piece of abstract art for our bedroom. I wanted something colorful for not a lot of money, and managed to score a high-quality, previously sketched-on but never painted, stretched canvas, sized 4′ x 2′, for $10 (new, it would retail for about $60 or $70). Craigslist rocks.
I haven’t painted anything in ten years or so. My grandmother and I were admiring some painters on the Seine River while we were in Paris, and she asked if I ever painted any more. I said I didn’t, and she said I ought to – I’d always loved to. So I’m doing it.
It’s been just as long since I’ve bought paint, too, and I was shocked at how expensive quality acrylics are. I decided I couldn’t afford as many tubes as I wanted, so I just bought five: black, white, red, yellow and blue, which, in theory, means I bought every color in the world – and a whole lot of work for myself. Mixing to get colors exact is super challenging, and not something I’ve done since high school in art class, but that’s part of “my process” (said the budget artist).
The whole set up is in the back yard, and I started yesterday with steps one and two, and now I’m ready to go “get serious” about it, and I’m nervous. I’m trying to relax and let go (and let Art!) but I really don’t want to fuck up! Isn’t that awful?
I’ll let you know how it goes.
P.S. Ok, so I’m looking at what I did yesterday for the first time with fresh eyes, and it looks like someone menstruated on canvas. I am demoralized.